Before the hour of joy he was constantly exited to see everyone. Now he flinches at footsteps. Crawls around because he doesn't have legs. His usually vibrant colors are faded and gray liquid traces down his face from his soulless eyes.

Before the hour of joy he was a sleepy kitty that everyone wrote off. Now he's the one who attempted to kill everyone. The one who took Dogday's legs. The one who got his head impaled. And now can't look the others in the eye.

Before the hour of joy she loved painting. Now she can't touch a paintbrush. She flinches at everything. The last painting she ever drew was just red.

Before the hour of joy she would eat everything in sight. Now she wouldn't touch food. She flinches at everything.

Before the hour of joy she would jump around a bunch. Now she won't jump at all. She flinches at everything.

Before the hour of joy he would go around acting cool and pulling off stunts. Now he doesn't do anything cool. He flinches at everything.

Before the hour of joy she would help everyone. Now she can't help anyone. She flinches at everything.

Before the hour of joy he would study and help everyone with their homework. Now he won't write anything.